Rage received is like heavy sea Crashing against the rocks upon which stands a lighthouse, The waves build up as they reach the shallows, Steepening and rearing, Building ire and power until Smashing over and over Against the rock and the edifice, Obliterating any view of the tower And the rock,
But this lighthouse is indeed built on rock, With pilings driven deep and secure in Faith in what lies behind the waves, Knowlege that the storm will pass, The sun will shine once more And even as the salt water and vitriol Do their worst, Above it that light still shines out, A message of love and security,
And these seas which crash into the rock Were built up by the wind of actions And words poorly founded, In the true ocean there will always be Another storm and another calm, But rage can find peace now Because the cause is calm, The cause is kind, The cause is gentle